The world returned to silence once again.
Zhan Nanjue looked at his empty thumb and forefinger, still in the motion of holding a ring.
But the ring had long since fallen.
An inexplicable feeling of oppression, like a heavy stone pressing down, weighed on his heart, leaving him breathless for a moment.
He did not pick up the ring, nor did he seem to want to put it on her anymore. Because he knew, even if he secretly put it on her now, he would soon have to secretly take it off.
Zhan Nanjue gently lifted her hand. He had originally wanted to put the ring on her, but now, he just left a light kiss on the back of her hand like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.
Good night.
Wanan.
w-a-n. a-n.
I love you, love you.
When Shirao woke up, it was already light.
She saw Zhan Nanjue asleep, thought for a moment, and got up.
Her knee, which had taken a fall yesterday, seemed to hurt even more than yesterday, but walking didn't seem so awkward anymore.
